Poems written at the end of the pandemic. Will the pandemic come back? Will everything remain the same as it once was before? Nothing is the same except the recycling of historical patterns captured in poetry. The voice of reason may hold out. Or, it may not. The logic of poetry extends over time and space. Choose a poem for your birthday; read it aloud in order to seek the recurring presence of rhyme or reason to match the psyche's quixotic quest for a dreamer's cosmos. Reading poems may awaken the irreverent logic of the dreamer, within and without. Poetry may harmonize with memories of happier days. Poetry may offer and gift you with a ray of hope as you travel through this topsy turvy world without fear.
Succumbing to serendipity, many poems are written under the guise of chance inspiration garnered from unexpected meetings with others, real or imaginary, Though many people are still donning colorful masks, meetings still take place. Six feet apart, people can still practice the art of conversation. Developing the storyline for poems that sprout from nature's legacy of winter snow or spring blossoms is a customary ritual blend for poets who indulge in the art of the imagination. Even under lockdown, the wings of the imagination can soar and prosper giving rise to a new set of poems each month no matter what the season.
Representing her newest collection, these poems by Elizabeth Bishop center on familiar themes of loss, grief, and also the gaining of a new astrological perspective. Within this collection, astrology serves as a metaphorical trope that communicates a reassuring intimacy awash with planetary configurations. Navigating the way poets envision the life of an artist is what some of these poems are about. One can sense a comedic underpinning and wry overtones of a back story. Under the daring guidance of several mentors, Bishop's work is always changing in order to meet the contemporary aesthetic exigencies of the craft. Written over a six month period in 2021, these poems reflect the challenging yet vibrant textures of an elder. Years before and after Covid may never be quite the same. Moments of self-reflection abound in Bishop's work. Covid gives us time to consider self-reckoning. What are the far reaching implications of wisdom's momentous occasions? The reader will find out as she/he reads between the lines and allows imagination to be unloosed.
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